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Ik like everyone who ships stsg probably already knows this but I still can't get over Geto's death scene. The fact that after Gojo says THREE UNSPECIFIED WORDS then Geto BLUSHES and says " At least curse me a little in the end" when Gojo previously said to Yuta "Love is the most twisted curse of all". Because Gojo DID curse him. He told Geto he loved him.
No I'm not ok. I've been crying for 20 minutes.
Featuring: The Demon Bros
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CW: Nearly pure angst, unhealed trauma, depression, insecurities, unhealthy coping mechanisms like overeating and sleeping
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He is the trope of the perfect older sibling who never got a chance to grow up properly. It is his job to care for his brothers, tend to whatever Lord Diavolo asks of him, making sure the human is safe, and literally anything else. He swore his loyalty to the Demon Prince, which meant that he was no longer free. Again.
i just saw a comment of someone saying “people who ship gojo and geto have never had a best friend”
my brother in christ, your goat takes it up the ass sometimes and thats OKAY!!! 🩷
talking about some “love is the greatest curse of all” and “my six eyes tell me you’re suguru geto, but my heart and soul know otherwise”, but yeah they are obviously straight
at this point, i dont think the dudebros are against the ship itself, they are just blatantly homophobic because god forbid a strong character allows his boyfriend to fold him over and fuck him like theres no tomorrow🙄
if you didnt have a homoerotic relationship with one of your homies, what are you doing with your life…?
𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐔𝐘...
suguru's the type of guy who carries your purse for you. he doesn't care about the strange looks he gets, he's just happy to hold your bag for you. whether you need to take a trip to the restroom or you're just tired of carrying it, he's there to hold onto it for as long as you need him to.
suguru's the type of guy who lets you play with his hair. he's very protective of his long lustrous locks, he he doesn't mind you combing your fingers through it. he finds it king of relaxing. he also lets you do his hair routine for him just so he can spend more time close to you and feeling your touch.
suguru's the type of guy who smiles when he talks to you on the phone. just the sound of your voice has the corner of his lips turning upward as he listens to whatever it is you want to say, be it something stupid or gossip you couldn't wait to tell him, other way he's still smiling as he imagines you infront of him talking to him.
suguru's the type of guy who enjoys cuddling up with you on movie night. it's just something about the way your frame fits his, your legs intertwined under the covers and him placing his chin on the top of your head. it's moments like these that he wants to live in forever, barely paying attention to the movie, just occasionally placing kisses on your ear, neck and cheek.
suguru's the type of guy who documents almost everything you do together. he had a special journal with your ship name on it where he writes each and everything about your day together. he of course does this in secret, he would die of embarrassment if you were to ever read what he writes inside.
suguru's the type of guy who has spa days with you. any random day of the week, you plan to do your skincare, haircare, pedicures, manicures, whatever it is, he has to do them with you. just so he can sit and laugh with you spending as much of his time he has with you.
suguru's the type of guy who rarely uses your name instead calling you cute names. his favourites are 'darling', 'pretty girl' and 'baby'. the only time he calls you by your given name is when he's being serious. he just likes how you smile everytime you smile when he calls you a cute nickname.
suguru's the type of guy who enjoys cooking together with you. playing a youtube tutorial and mixing the ingredients infront of you and soon enough, the tutorial ending up as background music as you're laughing together, a mess of your clothes from the spilled contents. he knows nothing ever gets done since you end up ordering food anyways, but at least he got to have some fun with you.
suguru's the type of guy who loves when you wear his clothes. it's just something about your frame being swallowed by his robes that has his heart melting. and the fact that when you walk around with his scent on you because your wearing his clothes, he just adores you so much.
suguru's the type of guy who always stares at your lips when you talk to him. he knows he should be staring into your gorgeous eyes, but there's just something about your lips. his mind can't help but wonder how your lips would feel on his even though you've kissed multiple times. he just can't help himself and kisses you right then and there.
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maybe unpopular opinion: when Suguru gets comfortable in yours and his relationship, he gets a little loosey-goosey instead of being a perfect gentleman 24/7…we can’t forget him and Satoru are two sides of the same coin.
of course he loves you a ton and you still get the princess treatment, he’s just more comfortable and the banter never dies. He appears more civil than his white haired counterpart, but he’s really just as bad in a different way
It can be things like lazy mornings, you draping the upper half of your body over the side of the couch as you hear him rummaging around in the kitchen, met with the sight of a tanned back, toned muscle partially obscured by silky ebony strands gathered loosely in a hair tie.
“What’re you making?”
“Toast.” He answers without turning away from the counter. You hear something like the dull sound of springs, and it must be him adjusting the toaster.
“Make me some?”
“You know how to get it yourself.”
You give him a pointed, pouty look. It’s what makes his lips curl into an amused grin when he turns just to see it. “Stop that, I already put one in for you.”
You grumble something anyway as he asks you what you want on it. “Mmm… jelly.”
Your eyes trail him to the fridge, and then back to the counter. “Wait, what’re you putting on yours?” You intone.
“Butter.”
“I change my mind, I want that too.” He walks back to the fridge to deposit the jam, and back to the counter. But just as he raises the knife to the second slice of bread— “no, never mind, I want jelly.” You’re being like this on purpose. He can tell by the downward turn of your smile-stifled lips.
With a condemnatory squint of his eyes, he gives you a long look as he marches back over to the fridge to fetch the jam jar again. All while you watch with a self-satisfied smirk.
But just as you thought you won this pointless little breakfast battle, your eyes widen at the sight of his wolfish grin, bared teeth taking a huge chomp of your piece of toast.
“Heyyuh!” You scoff, leaping up from the couch to reprimand him.
He only barks with laughter as you scarf down his toast in retaliation, the sight of your cheeks puffed as you defiantly chewed too endearing, too much. Jam stained lips kiss “Sorry,” and “I just couldn’t help myself,” into your crumb covered ones, fingers dancing over yours as he promises to make you another.
